Market Day

Market Day. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.

Painting and Haiku by Clinock

Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency. Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico.

October 2019.

walking the market

admiring flowers and fish

my love is busy

An Unexpected Encounter

An Unexpected Encounter by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.

Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency.

Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.

“Of all the gin joints in all the towns in all the world, she walks into mine”

Luna Ilena Sobre Chapala

 

She is the dance of all the world’s oceans

She is the depth of mystery and the vibrating soul

She is the peeling back of all that is hidden

 

Full Moon Over Chapala

Luna Ilena Sobre Chapala by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.

Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency.  Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.

 

 

Carnaval

the music may be too loud,

there may be too many smiling teeth,

you may feel an uncontrollable madness in the night.

but do not fear the spinning lights,

the painted faces, the dizzying rides,

the smells and smoke and mirrors.

it’s only El Carnaval come to town

to break open the darkness,

summon the unexpected

and disrupt reality

briefly,

with magic.

 

 

Carnaval by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.

Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency.  Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.

Tres y Muerte

 

Tres y Muerte by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.

Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency. Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.

“there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled

a space

and even during the
best moments
and
the greatest
times

we will know it

we will know it
more than
ever

there is a place in the heart that
will never be filled
and

we will wait
and
wait

in that space.”

―  Charles bukowski

 

 

 

 

 

 

Magician

Magician by Clinock. 17×14 in. 43×46 cm. Acrylic on paper.

Xochi Quetzal Artist and Writer’s Residency.  Chapala, Jalisco, Mexico. October 2019.

“Making art isn’t an aesthetic operation; it’s a form of magic designed as a mediator between this strange, hostile world and us; a way of seizing the power by giving form to our terrors as well as our desires.”

Pablo Picasso.